​My second deer hunt ....58 years later, thanks to my friend Tony

I went deer hunting for the first time when I was 14.  Over the years I had been asked several times to go, but never had an interest.  I always politely refused the invitations by saying something like…”I shot enough overseas, that was enough shooting for me”.  Don’t really know why I never wanted to go, but that seemed to satisfy the person doing the invite.
About a  year ago we had a new neighbor move in.  Tony was retired from the Army being a veteran of wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan.   He was a lifelong hunter and fisherman.    He asked me  to to go hunting with him.  I knew my favorite answer to his question would not fly with him so.  After thanking him, I told him I would think about it and I would let him know the following day.  He had told me it would not cost anything, he had a rifle for me to use and that he would be in the blind with me and help me with anything.
We went to Mason to a hunt sponsored by some of the local ranchers.  We had a great host, who took us to his ranch to hunt for the weekend.  I left with  two doe and my friend Tony did even better.  I don’t know who had the biggest smile, me or Tony , as he was so happy that I had shot a deer after all of these years. 
I had a great time.  It took someone like  Tony to "ask" me to go hunting.  I owe him.